In the Land of Frost and Ruin sits a golden tower draped in red tapestries. Several clues indicate that the tower was not built there, such as the fact that it is distinctly different in architecture from the surrounding snow covered castles and fortresses. Or the fact that it is lying in a small crater on its side. Perhaps the fact that it was not there an hour ago would tip someone off.
Regardless, the tower sits in a place other than its original location. Within is a young man that stands out almost as much as the tower itself. He is obviously not dressed for winter conditions, instead wearing clothing more in keeping with a desert dweller. He doesn't seem to mind though. In fact, sitting there and staring at what is now the floor of the sideways room, he doesn't seem to notice much of anything.
>Be the Despondent Youth
You can't believe how badly things have gone. How horribly you screwed up.
Beside you, a lamp begins to vibrate. After a moment, a mist came out of the lamp's opening and forms into a screen. It's your lamp-top. You thought that was terribly clever when you first came up with it. Now you just think it's stupid.
Another one of your friends is pestering you. You wish they would just leave you alone. Most of them are. They figured it out about half an hour ago. The ones that didn't you blocked. But you can't seem to do that for her. So you've just been ignoring it. But you can't keep doing that forever.
There. You've finally done it. You've pushed away your oldest friend.
You can no longer be the Dispondent Youth, because even the Dispondent Youth doesn't want to be him anymore.
>Be the Dispondent Youth in the past.
You are now a youth, but you don't know about the dispondent part. Sitting in this dilapidated attic with a great view, you can't really think of a reason to be dispondent.
You are a thirteen year old boy in the city of Agribah, probably one of the wealthiest cities in the Middle East. Which is great if you are one of the wealthiest people in the Middle East. Unfortunately, you are DIRT POOR, owning little more than the clothes on your back. You don't even own the place you live. You just crash here for as long as you can before the OLD MAN who lives here kicks you out. It's hard, being poor and homeless. It's hard and blah blah you're not bothering to finish that.
Seriously, you're not much for whining about your circumstances. You'd rather be out there having fun than slaving away at some meaningless job to earn just enough to sustain yourself. You might like to live in the lap of luxury, given the chance, but you do have to say that claiming what you need through skill and cleverness seems a lot more satisfying than having everything handed to you.
What would such an upbeat lad be named?